I froze for a second.
The man blocking my way was Adrian.
At first, I almost didn't recognize him.
He looked terrible.
His cheeks had hollowed out, and he had lost so much weight that even his suit couldn't hide it. The suit itself was wrinkled, his usually spotless collar sat crooked, and faint stubble covered his jaw.
He looked exhausted and disheveled.
He looked nothing like the Adrian I remembered.
The Adrian I used to know was almost obsessive about cleanliness.
If he held my hand, he wiped his fingers with alcohol afterward. If I sat somewhere, he either replaced whatever I had touched or had it disinfected from top to bottom.
His clothes had to be perfectly ironed before he wore them, and I had to be the one to do it.
I couldn't be late, either.
So every morning, I used t
